Thursday, September 3, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Underground chocolate dens
Last night I dreamt that chocolate was outlawed because scientists discovered that it has the same chemical effect on the brain as cocaine and in large quantities posed just as dangerous health risks as other drugs, such as obesity which then leads to heart problems, diabetes and death.
Of course I was horrified, and in no time at all I quickly sourced some underground supply of the delectible substance.
I spent the entire night holed up in seedy, dimly lit, Cocoa dens trying to get a fix. At one point I ran out of money and the dealer just wouldn't extend me anymore credit. I started to get agitated and began alternating between swearing at him and pleading with him.
It didn't take long before a guy that was 8 foot tall and 3 foot wide approached me and said in very James Earl Jones like voice "I think you've had enough" I made one last futile dash for the 80% cocoa stash on a nearby table and was promptly scooped up and thrown out the door. "Don't come around here no more ya bum" He shouted as I crawled out of the gutter.
It was then that I was approached by a rather unsavoury character in a long trench coat. He helped me to my feet and began telling me that he knew where we could get the good stuff. I went with him willingly to another of these Cocoa dens.
The air was thick with chocolate and the room was slightly to warm. It felt like I was breathing pure chocolate. I began to relax. The lights were low and soft music played gently in the background while semi-sleepy people rested about on worn red velvet couches. In the corner of the room was a giant chocolate fountain and littered around the bottom were an array of small children lazily dipping spoons and lollypops into it.
I was told that I could have unlimited access to this chocolate utopian world and all I had to do was sign away the rights to my bank accounts, house and dog. Hypnotised by the dark chocolate crème centres I could see in front of me I scrawled a rough signature on the piece of paper muttering something like, "Sure Bill, whatever you need, man" and took a seat in front of a pile. I began to eat as much as I could. nom nom nom...
I woke up from this dream feeling full, bloated and nauseas. My stomach is sore and crampy. It doesn't seem fair that I should suffer all the ill effects of gorging myself senseless on chocolate when I haven't actually had the pleasure of said chocolate. Where are the Crohn's police. I want to lodge a complaint.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
exhale
I think I've forgotten what it's like to feel healthy. I know too many people who have their health without any real effort. While I don't begrudge them this in the slightest, sometimes I do feel a little twinge of envy.
It's such a delicate balance between eating enough that your nourished, but not eating so much that you feel sick, eating something that's nutritious, but not going to upset the disease. Between getting enough exercise, but not wearing yourself out, taking it easy but not being sedentary. Between having a life, but not overdoing it, having a quiet one and becoming withdrawn...
Generally I do a pretty good job I think. So I'm throwing caution to the wind and having pizza, garlic bread and wine for dinner. Tonight I feel weary of this Crohn's saga.

Saturday, August 15, 2009
Everything you never wanted to know about Crohn's Disease

Monday, August 10, 2009
Predictors of disease behaviour change in Crohn's disease
The combined effect of markers of disease phenotype (e.g., age, gender, location, perianal disease) and medical therapy (steroid use, early immunosupression) on the probability of disease behaviour change were, however, not studied thus far in the published literature.
A research article published on 28 July in the World Journal of Gastroenterology addresses this question. Members of the Hungarian IBD Study Group led by Dr Peter Laszlo Lakatos from the Semmelweis University investigated 340 well-characterised, unrelated, consecutive CD patients (M/F: 155/185, duration: 9.4 +/- 7.5 years) with a complete clinical follow-up. Medical records including disease phenotype according to the Montreal classification, extraintestinal manifestations, use of medications and surgical events were analysed retrospectively. Patients were interviewed on their smoking habits at the time of diagnosis and during the regular follow-up visits.
The new data with easily applicable clinical information as presented in the article may assist clinicians in practical decision-making or in choosing the treatment strategy for their CD patients.
From: World Journal of Gastroenterology 2009; 15(28): 3504-3510 http://www.wjgnet.com/1007-9327/15/3504.asp
Friday, July 17, 2009
Swine Flu Come Pnuemonia
Well somewhere around Friday or Saturday of two weeks ago I caught the dreaded Swine Flu. Monday I was feeling pretty drained but otherwise ok. Tuesday my throat started to get sore and by Wednesday I new I was getting the flu.
I woke up on Thursday feeling as though I'd been hit by a truck. Headache, muscle soreness, sore throat, coughing, blocked nose and a fever. I called in sick, took two Mersyndol and went back to sleep. I felt pretty miserable on Friday too.
Feeling guilty about the amount of time I have off work, on Monday I got up, took some panadol, cough syrup, and went in to work regardless. It turned out to be the worst thing I could've done. The next day I felt worse than ever and again called in sick.
I called the hospital to inform them that I was sick and they promptly cancelled my Remicade infusion. I was told to call back once I was feeling better.
I went to the doctor on Wednesday who informed me that my Swine flu was now pneumonia and that I was not to go to work, or indeed get out of bed for the rest of the week.
Sigh.
So here i am, still feeling awful, I've been off work for a week and a half now with little sign of improvement. I'm worried about delaying my remicade, since every-time I have even the shortest break from medication my Crohn's goes into hyper-drive and I wind up needing to be admitted into hospital.
Hopefully I'll start feeling better in the next few days. I need chocolate cake. Stat!
xox
Friday, July 3, 2009
Fatigue, weight gain, oh joy!
It’s been ages since I’ve written anything and I feel bad about that. I keep meaning to put hand to keyboard but I wind up getting distracted or just run out of time. As it is, I’m writing this when I should be working. Shhh. Don’t tell my boss.
Currently I’m on Methotrexate injections weekly and Remicade infusions every 8 weeks. Most of my symptoms have settled down and things are almost tolerable.
But I am so tired. Really tired. Sleep 16 hours a day tired. I go to bed at 9pm and I get up at 7am and I feel like I haven’t even slept. I walk around with bloodshot eyes and people look at me constantly and ask if I’m ok. Man, it’s always something with me.
Anybody else had this with either Remicade or Methotrexate?
I’m getting regular B12 and Iron shots so I know it’s not that, and thanks to a concerted effort on my part to eat properly most of my other vitamin and mineral levels are ok.
The other thing that happening at the moment is weight gain. Good Lord, I’m averaging 1 kilo a week and if one more person says to me “You needed to put on some weight though” I’m going to put my boxing classes to use and pummel them senseless. Even my GP said it. What nobody seams to under stand is the weight gain from meds isn’t going to stop, when should I do something about it? After I’ve gained 5kgs? 10kgs? 50kg? Or should I get on to it now? I’ve gained about 8kilos since leaving hospital in February, although most of that has happened in the last 2 months. So I have changed my eating habits and get more exercise. I want to avoid getting fat or that will make me depressed and then we’ll have a whole nother set of problems.
Anybody remember what life was like before we got this disease?

